Текст песни George Michael - Flawless
(Go to the city)
George Michael - Flawless
(Go to the city) слова песни
`Cause you`re beautiful (Like no other)`Cause you`re beautiful (maybe tonight, they`ll see you tonight)Beautiful .... beautifulAnd it`s no good waiting by the windowIt`s no good waiting for the sunPlease believe me, the things you dream ofThey don`t fall in the laps of no-oneAnd it`s no good . . . Waiting, waitingAnd it`s no good . . . WaitingYou`ve got to go to the cityAlways the sameAlways the same dreams yeah yeahAlways the same (yes you`re movin` up)Well you`ve got to think of something`Cause your job pays you nothingBut you`ve got the things God gave youSo the music may yet be your saviourGot to be a way, some wayGot to be some way to make your way to the light (All the girls say)Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight, maybe tonightAnd it`s always the same . . .Always the same dreams yeah yeahAlways the same (yes you`re movin` up)You`re beautiful, you are, and you know itYou`re wasted here, you`re a starIn this small town of hand-me-downs who don`t even know itSometimes it brings you downSometimes it eats you upSometimes you think that your head`s going to blowIt doesn`t get better . . .Don`t you know, you`ve got to go to the cityYou`ve got to reach the other side of the glassI think you`ll make it in the city babyI think you know that you are more than justSome fucked up piece of assGot to be a way, some wayGot to be some way to make your way to the light (All the boys say)Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight,They`ll see you tonightAnd it`s always the sameA lways the sameAlways the same dreams yeah yeahAlways the same (yes you`re movin` up)Cause you`re beautiful (like no other)Cause you`re beautiful (take me, make me)Cause you`re beautiful (maybe tonight, they`ll see you tonight)Beautiful .... beautifulAnd it`s no good waiting by the windowIt`s no good waiting for the sunPlease believe me, the things you dream ofThey don`t fall in the laps of no-oneAnd it`s no good . . . Waiting, waitingAnd it`s no good . . . WaitingYou`ve got to go to the cityYou`ve got to go to the city,They`re going to find you there`Cause you`re beautiful`Cause you`re beautifulSometimes it brings you downSometimes it eats you upSometimes you think that your head`s going to blow andIt doesn`t get better . . .Don`t you know, you`ve got to go to the cityYou`ve got to reach the other side of the glassI think you`ll make it in the city babyI think you know that you are more than justSome fucked up piece of assMore than just ...Sid you`ve got to think of something`Cause your job pays you nothingBut you`ve got the things God gave youSo the music may yet be your saviourDo you want a saviour, saviourSay that you do,You know you`re wasted here, wasted hereAnd there ain`t no miracles happening any time soon ...